50 Libros Que Leer Antes De Morir Novels & Stories

“Ariadne.” Even the books here were ones I’d already read repeatedly. There were only so many times I could read about the '100 Greatest Battles of Wolf Kind' or 'The Twenty Steps of a Successful Luna' before beginning to hate even the thought of picking a book up. But even if I asked someone to go to the library for me, it was unlikely there would be many books in there that I hadn’t already read at least once. 'Three hundred and eighty-four… three hundred and eighty-five… three hundred and eighty-six….'

As soon as I finished my library shift, I took my things which included my book bag and my favorite novel. I wanted to read the last pages of my favorite novel before meeting my ultimate death and erasing myself from existence. I had already now planned my own death. I was going to take pills from my mother’s cabinet and die from overdose. I would breathe my last breath in this horrible lonely world and finally get some rest and peace. When it comes to what happens after death, I actually did not know and hoped I would just be erased from existence.

"Grrgggrrr..." I convulsed in my bed. I should be dead now with one strike. How the heck am I still alive? This is worse than having the tribulation thunder. Well, I didn't really reach that point in the murim world haha. Seriously. I freaking, f*cking swear. The cause of my death was freaking really getting ridiculous each time. After a few more minutes, the lightning finally stopped coming. "Please let me be in a modern world again.' Those were my last thoughts as I slumped on my already burn out bed and breathed my last.

The sound echoed across the arena. The lights flashed white. The cheers turned into gasps. Nathan’s knees buckled. The last thing he saw before everything went black was the en dless sea of faces screaming, panicking, crying—and the world spinning out of focus. And then...... nothing.

I lick my lower lip one more time as I continue what I was about to say earlier. “And that book entitled The Old man and the Sea was the last major work of fiction written by Hemingway before he died.” I said while looking straight at Damian. “He is one of so many Authors on that book, Mister and I hope I answered your question in accordance to what you asked.” With a nodding head, he ushered me to sit back down before he walk back towards the white board and write surnames on the board and those are the last names of so many famous authors in the world of literature.

"So why show yourself now? Why come back to visit my brother's grave?" Jeremy sighed softly, his tone unusually calm. "I knew it. I knew this whole thing was a trap. "But a few days ago, I was diagnosed with cancer. I don't have long left anyway. At this point, death doesn't scare me anymore. "I just thought... before I die, seeing Jason one more time would make it worthwhile." He paused, then looked up at me. "By the way, what exactly were Jason's final words before he jumped?" There was genuine curiosity mixed into his voice. Clearly, that was one of the reasons he had come.

When I was finished with my clothing, I practically stuffed everything else that I own into the duffle bag. And then there were the books. There was a whole bookshelf of knowledge that I hadn't even started to tap into and I was expected to say goodbye so soon. Oh, God, if I didn't stop being so sad Cassian was bound to feel it and then I would have to explain and potentially break his heart or worse he would want to come with me. I walked towards the bookshelf and decided that I would read a book before I said my goodbye to Phoebe. Glancing from one book spine to the other I discovered that almost all the books were Earth fiction novels. There were a lot of famous ones but only one caught m

‘I am now reading the second book you sent me, your favorite, Tuesday with Morrie by Mich Albom. Irina: ‘Oh yeah, that’s one of the best.’ I said and lifted a fork to my mouth. ‘Learn from it by heart, the book tells you about time and death and other things in between. It’ll tell you simple and priceless things in life,’ I added. ‘It goes like, we live not just to make a living but to really live life, and have no regrets when death comes to us,’ I said and put down the fork to the small white porcelain plate. ‘Morrie teaches us to love and be human.’